Many years ago, there was a Buddhist priest called muso Kokshi. He lost his way but there was no one to ask for help.
He hurried uo the hill and found an old priest inside. Muso asked for abed for the nigth.
they will give you food and a bed. the people in the main room are all villagers. the y have said goodbye to my father and left gifts of food for the buddhas.
strange thing always happen in the house where the dead body lies, the young man continued. please come with us . we will find yiou a contortabe bed in teh village. the young man was very happy with this answer . now sir said the head of te c}haouse we mustd wnt to the roomm. Muso said prayers and then sat quiedy for a few hours.
As he warched the Shape lifted the body. but the head of the haiuse said to Muso, if this law of the village is broken, terrible thing will hapen.
Muso described the frightenig shpe in the Death Room.
the listerns looked very surprised. but the werw very polite and they did not say anything.
. You did not have to give me a room.
I canot give me a room to any man. said the priest-
A long, lonmg tiome ago. I was priest in this wild land. when mountain peol}ple died at that time theri bodies were broung here to me. I thounght only of the gifts of food and clothes that people gave me.
Now sir do one thing fot me, you are a priest, pleasse say prayers for me. the anjitsu disappeared too. and Muso Kokushi was left alone in the takk grass, on his knees. It seened to have the name of a priedt on it.
